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How do you hook your reader?

Posted in Novel extract with tags , , , , , , , on February 26, 2013 by Kate Jack

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Well it all depends on the story, doesn’t it? Romance, adventure, historical, factual or fiction – they all need a beginning that’ll entice the reader to read on.

Books usually have some form of “blurb” or synopsis, which is intended to give prospective readers an idea what the contents are, so it’s important that this “promise” lives up to expectations.

My “blurb” promises a fast paced exciting read:

What would you do if your life was filled with fear? Hide, run away – or would you fight back?

This indicates that the story is one of adversity, conflict and hardship. It also indicates its urban setting and is intended to give the reader the chance to decide if they wish to open the book and see if it lives up to its promise.

Above is an extract from chapter one and as you can see, as a reader, you’ll hit the ground running, thus living up to the blurb’s promise that this book will not just pull you in, but will so immerse you in the story, you won’t have time to catch your breath.

The intention, of course, is to sweep the reader along. To make them feel as if they’re there, in the dystopian world I’ve created and to emphasize with the main protagonist in his determination to survive bigotry, hardship and ultimately overcome adversity; in other words not just to survive, but to live. After all, that’s what life is all about, isn’t it – to experience it as a participant and not just as a spectator.

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Would you have what it takes to survive?

Posted in Novel extract with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 15, 2012 by Kate Jack

Don’t look back; it’ll slow you down – just run.

The city had become the worst of urban jungles. Hunters ruled unchecked as Jeremiah Tully, running for his life, could testify.

The sound of running feet echoed along the pavement behind Jeremiah. A quick glance round showed a group of youths racing towards him.

Blind panic threatened to overwhelm him until he spotted a fire escape, attached to the side of an abandoned warehouse. He hauled himself up, hand over hand, feet slipping and sliding on the wet steps. At the top he paused, hunched over as he struggled to get his breath. Damp hair hung in rats’ tails over his face and his heart hammered against his ribs.

‘There he is!’

His pursuers were still after him. With a sound of despair he fled.

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Open with a high octave chase and close with?

Posted in Novel extract with tags , , , , , , , on September 25, 2012 by Kate Jack

Don’t look back; it’ll slow you down – just run.

The city had become the worst of urban jungles. Hunters ruled unchecked as Jeremiah Tully, running for his life, could testify.

He fled down yet another street and saw a small crowd ahead gathered around a figure standing on an upturned crate. He came to a halt, unsure which way to turn. Raising his head, the man brushed his wild, bushy hair back from his unshaven face and began to speak.

‘Brothers and sisters,’ he intoned, arms raised high.’ Join me in my cause to rid this place of impurity. Let us drive out the iniquitous and send them back to their holes and dens.’

A poster hung on some nearby railings. Black letters on a white background blazed a message of hate:

Free the city of impurity; drive out the lower races. Unite in a glorious cause to restore our freedom!

That the speaker was demon-possessed Jeremiah didn’t doubt. Nonetheless, the crowd surrounding him hung on his every word.

The sound of running feet echoed along the pavement behind Jeremiah. A quick glance round showed a group of youths racing towards him.

Blind panic threatened to overwhelm him until he spotted a fire escape, attached to the side of an abandoned warehouse. He hauled himself up, hand over hand, feet slipping and sliding on the wet steps. At the top he paused, hunched over as he struggled to get his breath. Damp hair hung in rats’ tails over his face and his heart hammered against his ribs.

‘There he is!’

His pursuers were still after him. With a sound of despair he fled.

Coils of wire, broken packing cases and old pipes lay strewn across the flat, waterlogged roof. He wove his way between the rubbish until forced to halt at the parapet on the opposite side. A pair of rusty metal bars clung to the brickwork; the rest of the ladder had fallen away. Some fifty metres below, the ground seemed to rush upwards. He lurched back, fighting off an onslaught of vertigo. No use calling for help. Even if he’d been able to, no one would answer.

Metal clanged, wood snapped and boxes flew, as the pursuers kicked their way through the litter. One of them yelled, ‘Come on, we’ve got him.’

Jeremiah looked over at the adjacent building and tried to gauge the distance – maybe ten metres.

His pursuers were gaining on him. He snatched up a piece of pipe and hurled it at the nearest. It caught him across the midriff and he went down, taking two others along for the ride. Their tangled bodies forced the rest to pull up.

‘You stupid sod, what d’you wanna do that for?’ one of them snarled, as he struggled to free himself.

A second glance at the other warehouse told Jeremiah he had no option. He backed up a little and then raced forward. When his feet hit the edge of the roof, he pushed off into space. He overshot the ledge of the next building and landed hard. Winded, he curled into a foetal position.

A string of curses drifted from across the way and he forced himself to look up. Gathered at the periphery of the roof he’d just leapt from, the gang continued to rant and threaten, but didn’t dare follow.

Ever since he’d left The Crack o’ Dawn pub they’d chased him through the dark, narrow streets determined to bring him down. His pursuers were Wannabees, members of a fraternity dedicated to the destruction of those who were different; and he was that all right. Not only did his ancestry include membership of the last of the magical races, the once nomadic tribes of Elwyns, but he’d compounded his felony by being half-human as well. Not that the Wannabes were aware of that. All they saw was an Elwyn, with pale skin, silver eyes and slender-than-usual build.

Jeremiah shrugged off his leather backpack, took out a bulky pouch, opened it and stared at the gleaming contents.

Thank God it remained undamaged.

Ignoring the stream of abuse, he replaced the pouch in the bag and ran off into the darkness.

 

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http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/

 

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Posted in Novel extract with tags , , , , , , , , on September 1, 2012 by Kate Jack

Land of Midnight Days

Extract from Chapter One

Don’t look back; it’ll slow you down – just run.

The city had become the worst of urban jungles. Hunters ruled unchecked as Jeremiah Tully, running for his life, could testify.

He fled down yet another street and saw a small crowd ahead gathered around a figure standing on an upturned crate. He came to a halt, unsure which way to turn. Raising his head, the man brushed his wild, bushy hair back from his unshaven face and began to speak.

‘Brothers and sisters,’ he intoned, arms raised high.’ Join me in my cause to rid this place of impurity. Let us drive out the iniquitous and send them back to their holes and dens.’

A poster hung on some nearby railings. Black letters on a white background blazed a message of hate:

Free the city of impurity; drive out the lower races. Unite in a glorious cause to restore our freedom!

That the speaker was demon-possessed Jeremiah didn’t doubt. Nonetheless, the crowd surrounding him hung on his every word.

The sound of running feet echoed along the pavement behind Jeremiah. A quick glance round showed a group of youths racing towards him.

Blind panic threatened to overwhelm him until he spotted a fire escape, attached to the side of an abandoned warehouse. He hauled himself up, hand over hand, feet slipping and sliding on the wet steps. At the top he paused, hunched over as he struggled to get his breath. Damp hair hung in rats’ tails over his face and his heart hammered against his ribs.

‘There he is!’

His pursuers were still after him. With a sound of despair he fled.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1345235895&sr=1-2

http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/

Watch out, your feet won’t touch the ground!

Posted in Novel extract with tags , , , , on April 9, 2012 by Kate Jack

Do you like fast paced, edgy YA urban fantasy? Then these are the books for you.

Read extracts from Land of Midnight Days and the sequel, Through the Gloaming, right here, right now.

If you love characters who thrill, repulse and engage, then join Jeremiah Tully, a mute musician, Zeb Tully, a man filled with turmoil, and Ezra, an ogre of a man, on their journey to the Midnight Land.

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